I have met few Judas Iscariots in my life; as a matter of fact, I can’t remember one.  Now that I’m nearing the end of life, I’m looking for good endings, and Judas did not have one.  Recently I heard about a male teacher who besmirched my high school alma mater, but I’m sure his ending was not a good one.

I have not led a perfect life myself, but I’m still trying for the good ending.  Having lived a long life, that’s important.  Of course I can’t do it alone, and some people call divine assistance luck, but the Master said, “Ask, and you shall receive.”  I’m keeping to that frame of mind.  Frame of mind is everything.  Ask Sigmund Freud or Carl Jung.

However, I don’t know their standing with the Lord at the end.  As I should have said, a good ending is everything.

The Police are humans, too.  During the time when twelve black prisoners were killed, among them George Floyd, twenty-six whites were also killed in police custody.  But nobody mentioned that.  The police were called racists.   I got this information from an Epoch Times article of March 13, 2021, “Who Are the Real Racists?  A Mom’s Research.”

I watched the videos of the young cop who kept his knee on George Floyd’s neck. He wasn’t trying to kill the captive; he was keeping him quiet so they could put handcuffs on him.  George Floyd had a rap sheet.  That means he was a criminal, liable to do what criminals do.  Who knew he would die?  Now this young cop may have to go to prison and eat with criminals who hate his guts.

If there are enough moral jurors on his trial, he may be spared.  But jurors, like journalists, cooks, writers, police, come good and bad, and who knows what that cop will get? 

There is joy everywhere.  In the cemetery the birds sing, in the hospital, patients give thanks for extraordinary attention, when it is given, and in schools, children exult in discovery.  Sometimes everything just goes right.

This morning, I had a watch that needed a battery, and I found it at the local jeweler.  It wasn’t too expensive (this is Syosset) and I could tell time from my wrist again, without reaching into my pocket for the cell phone.

It pays to be cheerful.  Sometimes it’s an effort, but hey, life flows like the river, and if you’ve ever swum in a river, or floated with the tide, you know they take you places.  New places can be exciting too.

Why does Jesus emphasize loving God with your whole heart and soul?  Don’t we love our children, our spouses that way?  Why the deity, too?  Because as humans, that is the only way we’ll stay faithful, and that is necessary, even in the breach, for salvation.  True, Christ came for the lost, but even the lost who return love God to the utmost.

He deserves that.  Anything less than what you’ve been given is nothingness for you.  You were not given nothingness, you were given life and a fullness thereof.  Don’t compare yourself to those who have more; compare yourself to the birds who sing with joy every day.  They know what they have, and it’s more than nothingness.

It is useless to be rich and to live in fear of losing it.  Or to be talented and not know it.  To enjoy life you have to be conscious of it.

The crocus is a flower, among the earliest in spring.  It blooms in front of my apartment with the snowdrops, a flower that blooms in the remaining snow.  How do they do it?  Sturdy trees are only now budding, and yet these little flowers are in full bloom.

But their bulbs have to be planted.  Yes, humans have to co-operate with the Almighty who made them in order to enjoy them.  (That’s the procedure for all lasting enjoyment.)  In many ways, we are co-creators, and we didn’t even know it.

It won’t be long, but soon the daffodils, and then the tulips will bloom.  Spring will have returned after the  Easter and Passover holidays, and we Northerners look for May on the calendar.